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Part 6 – A Life Without Consequence
"Of course it's not my doing!" Adric stormed back crossly, struggling to keep a clenched fist on the towel around his waist protecting his modesty. "And the consequences of your actions have been all too obvious while you've slept!" The Doctor was puzzled. "Do you remember when we went back to Exillon and saved Commander Stewart?" said Adric. "Well, I'm afraid it backfired. He turned out to be a ruthless dictator, and launched a war against the Universe which wiped it out." "Whoops." the Doctor murmured sullenly. But Adric wasn't finished. "And because your feud with the Master never happened, you were never exiled to Earth. They sent you to Dulkis instead and Axos consumed humanity." "This is terrible!" the Doctor cried, sitting down and burying his head in his hands. "I never meant for this to happen. I never realised. The hurt and destruction have been real, even if the time lines are about to be mended." At that moment, a brilliant column of light spiralled down from the sky and millions of stars swarmed down it like fireflies. They gathered together, amassing to form the shape of an old man. "What the frick is going on here?" he boomed angrily. "Well who are you?" Adric asked. "I, young man, young orphan of time who should not even have life, am the White Guardian!" "Why isn't he appearing as your first incarnation this time?" whispered Adric. "The White Guardian does not take false forms!" boomed back the Guardian. "Can you not tell the difference, my dear Doctor, between White and Black?" "Oh dear." murmured the Doctor. "The Universe has been plunged into chaos!" declared the Guardian. "Planets have been destroyed, timelines have been tangled and throttled and knotted together like puppet strings. Lives have been falsely prolonged and plunged into... sexual debauchery!" "What?" the Doctor asked. He followed the White Guardian's condemning gaze to Adric's rather more sheepish one. "What have you been up to Adric? And just why are you dressed only in a towel?" At that moment Jondar of Varos sidled out the door to the TARDIS sleeping quarters, dressed in a leather bikini. "I found him in your photo album," Adric said quietly. "King Peladon and Merak Anton are in the Jacuzzi as well." "Why have you plucked these obscurities out of time?" asked the Doctor. "What can they possibly have in common?" "Well, there has been something I always wanted to tell you," the young Alzarian said. The Doctor looked blank. Adric stepped forward. "All through our travels, I’ve wanted to show you this!" Adric announced. And then he let go of his towel, letting it fall to the floor and revealing his huge cock to the Doctor and the White Guardian. "Oh no!" cried the Doctor. Adric jiggled his hips around a bit, making his mighty organ wave to and fro. "You could say you like it?" suggested the young Alzarian, looking down proudly at his twelve inches of fun. "I could..." pondered the Doctor. "Or I could point out that the Black Guardian isn't the only one prone to a game or two..." Adric was puzzled. "Do you think," asked the Doctor quietly. "I would take advantage of my assistants, no matter which reality it was? Do you think I would allow you to take free beings out of time and space for your own gratification? Do you think I would wreak havoc on the Cosmoverse on the word of a Guardian who was always prone to colour blindness at the best of times?" "This is all as real as your illusionary morals - all of you!" commanded the Doctor, and he clapped his hands together three times. "Exiting Artificial Reality Suite!" chimed the Logopolitan computer. -- "A very entertaining performance!" enthused the Monitor, giving the Doctor a half-hearted round of applause. "I have it recorded on holography for future amusement." "I think the ending was a bit far-fetched," countered the Doctor. "It would probably only have been six inches. But I must say the simulator does a remarkable, if slightly fantastic, job of predicting likely event outcomes from random data input." "It may need some work," admitted the Monitor. "But I feel this entertainment has more than compensated for your little joke earlier." He blushed a little. "I'm afraid a bit of debagging is the most I'm going to do with the White Guardian's three months of living without consequence," decided the Doctor. "Just in case..." "Very wise. But on the other hand," the Monitor continued, taking the Doctor by the arm and leading him back to his TARDIS. "Have you ever heard of a Possibility Pocket?" "You mean, an entire replica Universe with a lifetime of little under an Earth year? That's fantastic!" the Doctor grinned at the possibilities. "You can, effectively, live without fear of consequence... the Universal Illusion will eventually dissolve, and your timeline inside it folds into nothing... just be careful you have left the Pocket by that time." "I may take a look Monitor, I really may..." "Just take the second right at Architrix, and the first exit after Chloris... and you're there..." The Monitor allowed himself a private smile as the TARDIS faded away. After all, what would life be without a little fun? THE END
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"Is
this your doing?" stormed the Doctor, jabbing a finger angrily at the open
scanner screen, which displayed the charred remains of the planet Earth.
"This may be a life without consequence, but I didn't think you'd... I
didn't think you'd be so destructive Adric!"